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There are many advantages to living in a small town. But having your pharmacist know you by name and prescription history is not one of them. Our pharmacist is the nicest guy on earth. He is so friendly, so upbeat, so unfazed no matter what the script says that I slide (usually abashedly) across the … Continue reading


A few years ago, my supportive mother assured me that growing up with McDiesel would shape his big brother Typ into a tolerant, sensitive, and patient person. Typ would wind up an all-around good citizen for having to suffer the often unpredictable, incomprehensible, and unprovoked storms of McD’s behavior. McD’s behaviorist–tactfully–found this theory to be … Continue reading


Last week, McDiesel got invited to a classmate’s birthday party. After the initial (and, as usual, all-too-brief) excitement of finding the invitation in his school folder once he got home, he declares (as usual, with all the oppositional vehemence he can muster) that he is NOT going. (Shocker.) Big Bro Typ, sitting next to him … Continue reading


Two years ago, during a session with our Beloved Behaviorist, she warned me that watching your child adjust to medication can be tough. As the doctor determines the right match of drug and dosage, she said, his personality might… disappear. McD’s behavior might do us all in, but his personality is/can be great. I had … Continue reading


“He never gets scared on a mission—even when it looks dangerous.” “He is energetic and unpredictable. … He is bold in battle and always ready for action.” “He is enthusiastic and fearless.” “[He] can be very clumsy and is always bumping into things. Maybe this is because…he usually acts first and thinks later!” Sounds like … Continue reading


Sometimes I swear McDiesel and the puppy are in competition for who can destroy the house first. The puppy chewed the corners off the vintage needlepoint seats of my 1920s mahogany dining chairs, but McD had already thrown a few of them over so many times they’re pretty much sticks anyway. So it’s kind of … Continue reading


We are getting close to meds. I can feel it. I’ve been seeing a lot of signs lately, even though I’m not sure signs really exist. Things are adding up, the scales are tipping, I’ve about given up. This week alone, I got my hair cut and had a 45-minute conversation with my stylist about … Continue reading


Go to church meeting for Sunday School parents. Theme is prayer. Thoughtful handouts suggest ways of incorporating prayer into real life everyday and suggest specific prayers to pray for your children. A well-dressed, elderly, bent woman—Chair of the Centering Prayer Group—gives the first presentation. She rambles enthusiastically, interrupting herself with an emotional story of wayward … Continue reading


After college, I worked in a preschool before heading out to grad school. Mostly, I worked with an autistic little boy. I took a really cute photograph of him at school one day. He was happy and laughing and looking directly at the camera. I babysat for him on the side. At his house, his … Continue reading


For a long time I have been super attuned to my expanded vocabulary. In kitchen drawers and between the pages of (what’s supposed to be) my gratitude journal I find notes where I’ve scrawled technical terminology that describes McDiesel. Mostly, I write these words because I love words. Words are what I’ve been trained to … Continue reading